After last years a Very Covid Thanksgiving I didn’t want to cook a single thing this year or preheat a single oven or shove a single leftover into Tupperware. So we escaped to an EXTREMELY family friend lodge in Yosemite where they basically do everything just short of raising your children for you. There’s a massive playroom with no sharp edges, Smores every night, and arts and crafts every afternoon. I sat with Joe to paint an ornament and first it was a thing to do with him, to give him something to Do, but turns out it was actually ME who needed to paint tiny dots on a Christmas tree. LOOK AT MY MOOSE MOM, he shouted. I can’t right now, I replied, adding purple ornaments. MOM IS DOING SOMETHING, ie doing basically nothing, which sometimes is Everything.